Take this rotten flesh
I want nothing to do with it
Pomegranates torn open, left on the table
with yesterday's meat
And that knife I want to plunge
into something other than pheasant
Take it
Take it from me.
Take this fucking drink
I've had too much of it.
Empty bottles are too much a mirror
It haunts me
It's worse than love
Take it
Take it from me.
Take this painted boy
He'll have nothing to do with me
Shoulder left bare with a basket
forever out of reach
And that skin I want to touch
not paint, touch
Take it
Take this fucking art
I've have too much of it.
A full canvas is too much a mirror
All of me is there
I have nothing left
Take it
Take it
Take it
Inspired by Boy with a Basket of Fruit by Caravaggio
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